Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.